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Ak47 – Noizy tekste

Tekste Noizy – Ak47

Yeahhh, I’m stunning on this f*ckin b*tches
She said she f*ck me if I keep it secret
All my brothers move it kilos
Until the click then we reload. (x2)
AK47, AK-47
You ain’t no gangsta I send you all to heaven.
You ain’t no bad boy I send you all to heaven.

Hina ket mes sikur katastrofa mbi natyre
E kom nje Baseboll ne bagazh dal ta prishi ftyren
Tlidhi kom e dur tprej e tshti nfurre
Nuk po tthom mu mburr, e kom ni sen si furre
Thirri dikush alarmin,
Çunat po bojne namin,
Tash shko tash thirre babin
Ose me mire tash thirre mamin.

Dije se nuk lujna lojna
Jena cuna nga Londra,
Thash dije se nuk lujna lojna.

Yeahhh, I’m stunning on this f*ckin b*tches
She said she f*ck me if I keep it secret
All my brothers move it kilos
Until the click then we reload. (x2)

AK47, AK-47
You ain’t no gangsta I send you all to heaven.
You ain’t no bad boy I send you all to heaven.

Mrena nclub dawg (dog) tu pi Mariuana
Jom i vesht me Gucci , Dolce&Gabbana
Shishet veq po vijne nga kater anet
E kom nje Pjesh dhe Pjeshket shum i kana
Jom OTR bang
Na njeh krejt bota
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She lord the Gang , She lord the Gang
U sa shume na dojka
Nuk msova ne history se mu dok f*ckin’ boring
Por bona history e tash per mu krejt folin.

Noizy Noizy Noizy, Zinjo, Zinjo, Zinjo
Ajo flet per mu sikur i ka ra Telebingo
Ajo flet per mu sikur i ka ra Telebingo.

AK47, AK-47
You ain’t no gangsta I send you all to heaven.
You ain’t no bad boy I send you all to heaven.

Yeahhh, I’m stunning on this f*ckin b*tches
She said she f*ck me if I keep it secret
All my brothers move it kilos
Until the click then we reloaddd. (x2)
Noizy teskti
Video Noizy

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50 Cent – Get Out The Club Lyrics

50 CENT
Get Out The Club Lyrics

[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It’s gangsta nigga
It’s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It’s gangsta nigga
It’s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha

[50 Cent]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you

[50 Cent]
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don’t you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain’t P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I’m gone show em now
I’m gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it’s goin down
Them bitches think pussy precious
Them niggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don’t give a f**k nigga
Bitch I aint buyin no pussy
Nigga you’ll die if you push me
Nigga you know I’m holy
Bitch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I’m ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club bitch

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch, friends’ll kick a nigga do’ down fo sho bitch
Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch
I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga
Shit hit the fan, we f**k around and murdered a nigga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
f**k around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip “Cuz”, call a Blood “Dawg”
I aint bangin so I holla like “Wat up yall?”
Bitches know I be buggin when they don’t show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin
When ever I’m around motherf**kas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherf**kin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH

[50 Cent talking over beat]
2000 shit motherf**ker you know how this shit goin down
This is my shit, from now on this is my shit
Nigga can’t eat, nigga can’t sleep, nigga can’t do shit
Unless I say he can nigga
Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I’ll leave wit 4 stiches
Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherf**ka that roll wit you
You bitch ass nigga I’ma see you

Nigga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You f**ked up, shoulda murdered me playa
Nigga is sweet like candy
I don’t care how much you pray
Nigga I don’t care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa

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Future – Freebandz (Freebandz Mixtape)

[Hook]
You suckers wouldn’t understand, it’s a man thing (it’s the million dollar shit) y’all just saying things (y’all just talking out ya mouth) I’m a show who really ran things, I just joined the freeband gang
Ugh oh [x4] yeah I just joined a freeband gang [x2]

[Verse 1]
Designers on my face cause I will never see a hater 50,000 dollars worth of jewelry, future, taylored
Gucci aviator, I stay high than elevators kings, Jacksons, Jones you know the Mexico I’m major
Commando guns only freebands can save ya, transformal cars pulling up in some in place
We got that freeband money and we got that long paper tossing up yo baby mama with no conversation
She like the way I flex with my astronaut persona, I rather take my shoes off if it ain’t Dolce & Gabbana
Two cups filled up, we drank, strong marijuana, what’s the use of having muscles if you can’t flex all summer

[Verse 2]
Ugh I’m on my slug boo and shit, it’s cold out here, I got on Ugg boots and shit
And future they hating they just love doing them but I’ll rock that crew thug boo and them
And I be nutting up know homo, ya girl just gave me her throat no vocals
And skooly well protected by them thugs (RUBBER) like franklin I am tired of the hugs I wanna fuck her
It’s skateboard skooly and rk kaelub it’s rich kids for life we on a rk way up
They say they seen skooly pulling up in that lam thang, now meet the new member of freeband gang

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Frenna – OMW (On My Way)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Frenna]
Ik heb money, heb een car
Ik werk hard, van de start
Ik heb doelen, van der Sar
Jij maakt je druk om te spenden bij de bar
Misschien ben ik morgen wel done met m’n life
Ik moet nog naar Londen, Milaan en naar Parijs
Ze willen me klem zo, maar hebben geen bewijs
Ik had niks in de koelkast dus fack jullie eis
Okay, maar bijna niet gemaakt voor bitches minder dan een 5
Dolce & Gabbana, kan niet letten op die prijs
Ey, ik geef wat aan m’n mama en dan maak ik d’r weer blij
Was al die tijd met Winne, beter noemden ze me Feis

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Het gaat vanzelf, ik ben niet op zoek
Ik moet het hebben, het is niet genoeg
Kan je vertellen, het zit in mijn bloed
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

[Verse 2: Frenna]
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Laten we linken mansion
Dragen de highest fashion
Betaalde voor al mijn lessons
Want jullie niggers kunnen niks zeggen
Jullie bitches kunnen niks zeggen
Countin’ all my blessings ya
Ik dank Gaddo, alleen barbaar
Ik kan niet hier zo blijven stressen
Ik denk alleen nog aan m’n ma
Want zij zit daar in mijn corazón

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Het gaat vanzelf, ik ben niet op zoek
Ik moet het hebben, het is niet genoeg
Kan je vertellen, het zit in mijn bloed
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

[Bridge: Frenna]
Ik weet wat ik wil en ik verdien het yeahyeah
Het gaat mij niet om fame of verdienen yeahyeah
Ik neem al m’n niggers mee, meer dan 10en yeahyeah
Ik verdien het yeahyeah
En je ziet het heyyeah
Ik weet wat ik wil en ik verdien het yeahyeah
Het gaat mij niet om fame of verdienen yeahyeah
Ik neem al m’n niggers mee, meer dan 10en yeahyeah

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft, ey
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

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Bashy – Cannon

(Ragz2Richez Bitch!)

[Intro]
You know me, it’s Bashy man
You won’t see me in Red Monkeys man
I’d rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah
Oii
[Verse 1]

The names Ash but it’s Bash to you faggots
In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)
And the youngers are nutters, a bunch of mischievous fuckers who would cut you in your adams
I won’t stop until I’m bading just like the Adams
Hustling, getting my bank balance up per annum
Guns man doe, pull ’em out for fashion they bang ’em
And when the jakes come, act like nothing happened
But out to the tugs in the slammer
Let me take the time to say, free my nigga Gangbanga Stana
Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood, he reps his manor
He’s a hard face, Scarface black Montana
Anyway back to the manor, where North West ain’t in a passer passer
Quick to tell ya pussy, know yourself guns go bracka bracka
I’m a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker
Plus it look like a bunny nyam your chain cause it’s lacking carrots
And girls feel my swagger from back in the day
When I dropped the 1-10’s with Dolce & Gabbana
Fresh off the hanger but now I want the Jacobs, I ain’t talking crackers
Me work for the crackers? Are you fucking crackers?
And girls love my mixtapes, I’m flattered
And guys tell me when they see me, I’m getting battered huhh
Stay there with your little daggers, got the ting here
So like the Rock says, ‘It doesn’t matter!’
Cause you need to be, quick to scare me
But I’ll fly like (???)
Punch your claat, take the shank and slice you like salami
Better kill me if you harm me, I’m not inna that malarky
Fuck swimming with the fishes, you’ll be drowning where the sharks be
Fuck your Mr. Miyagi karate, don’t make me laughy
Grab you by the boat, stab you in the throat with the car key
Yeah I’m with my army, sit back and enjoy your Bacardi
Don’t make us spoil the party, you punani
My boys are animals, no safaris
No games, no Atari’s
No jokes like Cat and Arby
Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise the product like ‘Sace, Sace’
Auction it off to the highest bidder
I roll with couple killers, who will run in your yard and Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller
You know them fuckrie Yardies
Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli, smell of Dreamer by Versace
On the road I’m stacking hard P’s, hardly got the time for barneys
(???) and (???) meeting all these ladidadi’s and arty fartys like ‘Kiss, kiss, Ashley, Ashley’
Movie directors like cast me, cast me
I’ll act in your trilogy, from Part One right through to Part Three
Not racist but fuck the Nazi’s, big up Idi Amin
This is London, Kensal Rise bitch this ain’t Marcy
Niggas move the queues of the Charlie, making profit off the Barley
Won’t stop ’til my pockets are fatter than MC Narstie

[Outro – talking]

Yeah
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Yo, don’t ya know
I said them tings go bracka, bracka
You know them tings go bracka, bracka
Hmmm.. Oiiii, nahhhh